It was already very late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the street, only the occasional sound of horns passing by came faintly.

Ning Ling was walking back to her residence. Dick was originally going to take her downstairs, but she said she wanted to walk alone, so he only sent her to the front street.

She just met Dick's father, the vampire hunter who saved her under the vampire. Now he is an old man over 60 years old. However, men are different from women. The older men are, the more tasteful they are, just like mellow wine. The longer they brew, the more mellow it becomes.

Now Dick has long retired and is no longer a vampire hunter. Everything is left to his son Dick.

He told Ning Ling that it was impossible to kill Tate with her own strength, and even he and his son did not have the ability, because the person who could kill him had not appeared in this world yet and had to wait until she was eighteen years old before she would meet her.

His words were a bit unfathomable, and Ning Ling didn't understand them very much.

Before leaving, Dick also reminded her not to tell anyone about this, including her family and friends, because it would bring them unnecessary disasters.

She walked slowly, and the person who could kill Tate would not meet after she was eighteen years old, that is, a year later? Who would that person be? How would he appear? What kind of bond will he have with himself?

"Ning!" She walked to the gate of the apartment, and just took out the key and was about to open the door. The sudden sound made her hand shake. When she turned around, Edward walked out of the shadow next to the apartment and looked at her.

"Aid, why are you here?"

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time." His eyebrows were a little tired. It was obvious that he had been standing here for an afternoon. In the afternoon, after he was thrown away by Dick's car, he could not find them anymore, so he had to come to her apartment to wait for her to come back. Who knew that he would wait from afternoon to midnight.

"I..." She hesitated for a moment. Thinking of what Dick told me, she felt that this matter would be handled by herself. She didn't want to cause disaster to the person she loved. Edward was just an ordinary human being. He might not be Tate's opponent at all. "I'll go out and go!"

"Then call you, why don't you answer?" There was a suppressed anger in his tone.

"The phone is out of battery!" She answered very simply, feeling a little dissatisfied. Although they are boyfriend and girlfriend, both parties have their own private spaces. She doesn't interfere with him. Why did he interfere with her? And listening to his tone, it was like questioning his wife who was in trouble.

"You are perfunctory!" Edward stepped forward and stood in front of her, with a hint of order in his tone, "Look at me and tell me where are you and Dick? Why did you get into his car and lied to me that you are at home?"

She was stunned and immediately understood: "Steal me," and then she suddenly realized, "The car that was following us in the afternoon is you?"

"It's me!" He also said simply, "I originally wanted to pick you up, but I saw..." Seeing her getting into another man's car, that man was still his best friend.

"Dick and I..." She paused for a moment, not knowing how to explain. She got into Dick's car to meet his father and to ask how to kill Tate, but she couldn't tell him all this. Moreover, it was obvious that his tone had made her relationship with Dick ambiguous. "Sorry, I can't tell you!"

Edward raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint anger in his water-blue eyes. After all, the blood of Ramses II, the greatest pharaoh in ancient Egypt, flowed. His innate domineering aura that could not allow others to violate his ownership was exactly the same as Ramses. Since he had chosen the girl in front of him and had regarded her as his other half in his life, he naturally would not allow others to seize it.

Louisa once said that sooner or later his personality would make him make a decision to regret his life. But Rameses believed that this was the temperament that an Egyptian man should have.

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I'm sorry, dear, I've been too busy these days and have no time to write articles. The days in the United States are no more than China. Here, time is life. I'm so busy that I don't even know what my name is. I'm really sorry, the next update may be very long, I'm sorry to everyone.

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Ning Ling was walking back to her residence. Dick was originally going to take her downstairs, but she said she wanted to walk alone, so he only sent her to the front street.

She just met Dick's father, the vampire hunter who saved her under the vampire. Now he is an old man over 60 years old. However, men are different from women. The older men are, the more tasteful they are, just like mellow wine. The longer they brew, the more mellow it becomes.

Now Dick has long retired and is no longer a vampire hunter. Everything is left to his son Dick.

He told Ning Ling that it was impossible to kill Tate with her own strength, and even he and his son did not have the ability, because the person who could kill him had not appeared in this world yet and had to wait until she was eighteen years old before she would meet her.

His words were a bit unfathomable, and Ning Ling didn't understand them very much.

Before leaving, Dick also reminded her not to tell anyone about this, including her family and friends, because it would bring them unnecessary disasters.

She walked slowly, and the person who could kill Tate would not meet after she was eighteen years old, that is, a year later? Who would that person be? How would he appear? What kind of bond will he have with himself?

"Ning!" She walked to the gate of the apartment, and just took out the key and was about to open the door. The sudden sound made her hand shake. When she turned around, Edward walked out of the shadow next to the apartment and looked at her.

"Aid, why are you here?"

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time." His eyebrows were a little tired. It was obvious that he had been standing here for an afternoon. In the afternoon, after he was thrown away by Dick's car, he could not find them anymore, so he had to come to her apartment to wait for her to come back. Who knew that he would wait from afternoon to midnight.

"I..." She hesitated for a moment. Thinking of what Dick told me, she felt that this matter would be handled by herself. She didn't want to cause disaster to the person she loved. Edward was just an ordinary human being. He might not be Tate's opponent at all. "I'll go out and go!"

"Then call you, why don't you answer?" There was a suppressed anger in his tone.

"The phone is out of battery!" She answered very simply, feeling a little dissatisfied. Although they are boyfriend and girlfriend, both parties have their own private spaces. She doesn't interfere with him. Why did he interfere with her? And listening to his tone, it was like questioning his wife who was in trouble.

"You are perfunctory!" Edward stepped forward and stood in front of her, with a hint of order in his tone, "Look at me and tell me where are you and Dick? Why did you get into his car and lied to me that you are at home?"

She was stunned and immediately understood: "Steal me," and then she suddenly realized, "The car that was following us in the afternoon is you?"

"It's me!" He also said simply, "I originally wanted to pick you up, but I saw..." Seeing her getting into another man's car, that man was still his best friend.

"Dick and I..." She paused for a moment, not knowing how to explain. She got into Dick's car to meet his father and to ask how to kill Tate, but she couldn't tell him all this. Moreover, it was obvious that his tone had made her relationship with Dick ambiguous. "Sorry, I can't tell you!"

Edward raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint anger in his water-blue eyes. After all, the blood of Ramses II, the greatest pharaoh in ancient Egypt, flowed. His innate domineering aura that could not allow others to violate his ownership was exactly the same as Ramses. Since he had chosen the girl in front of him and had regarded her as his other half in his life, he naturally would not allow others to seize it.

Louisa once said that sooner or later his personality would make him make a decision to regret his life. But Rameses believed that this was the temperament that an Egyptian man should have.

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I'm sorry, dear, I've been too busy these days and have no time to write articles. The days in the United States are no more than China. Here, time is life. I'm so busy that I don't even know what my name is. I'm really sorry, the next update may be very long, I'm sorry to everyone.
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